I can see
kids with fuck all
pushing shopping trolleys
like go carts,
30 cent icy poles
on a hot summers day
and in all these times
it all got too
much for me.
I tell her
“Babe;
I’m going to do
a ten day
meditation retreat,
do you wanna come?”
She says,
“What do you have to do?”
I say
“We will meditate in a temple
for ten days, dude”
“Well,
what about the cat?
Fuck that,
I’m not doing
That
You can find
God at home
now stop being
so selfish
and water
the garden”
And some
times at night,
or early in the morning
we rub our feet together
and I don’t tell her
because
we all need secures
but in those moments
I feel like a god,
and the art doesn’t matter
and money doesn’t matter.
The only thing that is real
is her feet on mine,
and her head
on the pillow
and the very thought,
that she will always be
my friend and
my lover forever;
and the thought of you not
being around
makes me think about
watching cartoons
as a kid
in front of the heater;
i know that doesn’t
make to much sense
but something so warm,
something so perfectly
perfect
that could leave my
life and i would
miss out on its
comfort for
a second time
makes me lose
all my
forgiveness
in god
and the world
that was smart enough to make you,
Perfect enough
to house you
and then take you away.
My love,
My Darne.
Thank you
for putting up with me.
